Until You Book Novels & Stories

𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙞𝙩. Ugh. The results are all the same! I tried posting the same question every day using several fake accounts on different websites but it's no use. I'm doomed. I just turned 18 last week and I'm really thankful that until now, I haven't received the government notice yet. But I know for sure that I can't celebrate yet because anytime, the government officials will come and they'll hand me the papers where information about me and my partner will be written. Just the thought of someone owning me for the rest of my life gives me the chills.

November 14, 2020 Until the end of time Episode 11 Sonia is still paying attention to the ID card that Francis threw on top of the bed. To be honest, she really doesn't understand why the man who was thought to be her brother-in-law showed her an ID card.

She said from the window before leaving. He was taken aback at first but quickly covered himself up. This is the most he has heard her say so far. “Whatever. When do I need to pick you up?” He asked, clearly uninterested. Olivia let out a sigh. “You don’t have to. I will reach your house no later than twelve.” Caleb drove away without saying anything. ‘Well, the conversion went well.’ Olivia pondered.

"You guys will have to write a letter of apology to pinky before the trip to the camp approach...or else both of you will not be included in the trip..do you get me" Jenny was shocked and confused. "How will I apologise to that ungrateful bitch"she wondered in her mind. "Hello, did you hear what I said?" the principal asked bring her out of her though. "Okay ma'am"she nodded and left. "Pinky!!,I have good news for you"Natasha said handling her phone over to her. "What is that?"pinky asked looking through the phone. "We're going on a trip to the camp..am so happy"

“Our bar… we suddenly got a bunch of huge bookings. Three, back to back.” She blinked in confusion. The place had basically been half shut down for a while now. She was surprised anyone would even show up, let alone place big orders. Still, she was cautious. “Which company made the booking? Be careful, could be a prank.” “No, they even paid a deposit. They’re serious—really serious!” Francie sounded both thrilled and a little overwhelmed. “Have you heard of this company? It’s called Maren. I looked them up—they’re a major name in fashion.”

“Can’t you just call them and tell them you have double booked, or that it was a misunderstanding?” “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.” “But you gotta do something. The day before or after then?” He checked his lists again and shook his head. “I’m sorry, but everything is full. We don’t have anything available until October.” I groaned. “Tell me the names of the people who booked it.” “I’m afraid I can’t do that. It’s confiden...” “GIVE ME THE NAMES OR I’LL USE YOUR HEAD TO POLISH MY CAR!”

I interrupted the butler's explanation of the amenities as I asked, "When did Mr. Hawk book the room?" The butler put on his signature smile as he faced the camera and said, "Normally, bookings need to be done three months in advance. "But Mr. Hawk had emphasized repeatedly that he wanted to prepare a surprise for you. So, we immediately began to prepare after receiving the news about 20 days ago." It seemed like he had booked the room early on, but why— Did he know I would win today's lawsuit? Suddenly, a ridiculous thought came to mind. I wanted to ask him how sincere his feelings toward me truly were.

There was a pause on the other end, then a soft exhale. “Alright. When would you like to come in?” “As soon as possible,” I said quickly, the words rushing out now. “Tomorrow, if you have anything tomorrow.” I didn’t want to think about it. If I thought too much, I might change my mind. “Let me check” I held my breath. “Yes, we have an opening tomorrow morning at 9 a.m.” “Okay,” I said quietly. “That’s fine I will take it.” “Alright, you are booked. Please arrive at least fifteen minutes early. We will send you the details shortly.”

The phone kept vibrating in my hand, as if it wanted to scream what I couldn't. Sebastian leaned forward slightly, trying to see the screen, but I turned it toward me, shielding it. Kathe frowned, Mia bit her lip. The message was brief, almost cruel in its simplicity: "The reservation has been released. If you wish to keep the date, you must confirm payment before tomorrow."

“I’d like to make a reservation. For tonight. 7pm.” The young guy sitting there didn’t even look up from the computer screen. He was typing, leisurely, not in any kind of rush. “Yeah… that’s not gonna happen,” he said flatly. I blinked. "What?" He kept typing. “All our tables are booked. Every one of them,” he added, still not sparing me a glance. “You can come back tomorrow, really early. Or, you know, hang around for a while. Sometimes these billionaires get bored, cancel last minute, head off to a hotel with their mistress or whatever. Typical stuff. You might get lucky.”